Closing vechÃculo door, leaned out the window. He threw a half-smoked cigarette to wet pavement and watched intently the left window of the building. Comparing
the gray sky with the blue wall, he felt he left a part of his heart in that place. Appearing a year after the site, that small portion of his life would have germinated in a leafy tree invisible and beautiful and beautiful moments. But there was still a million seconds to warm things happen.
the meantime, just got in the car to go buy more cigarettes and a bottle of beer. Back in half an hour, full of stories to tell, a new touch and feeling that this year all would be better. The sound of the engine was turned off as the car disappeared down the street. At the same moment, one of his friends, who shall I was watching without him noticing, he left the window with a smile. A year later, that friend would be responsible for one of the best events of his life.
The landscape is incredibly quiet. The clouds over the sea quietly start to slip, while the port is not yet awake. The cold air has a strange reverb, mystical. Almost magical crown when exceptionally perfect shape. A year later, the district would present incredible signs of decline and would be demolished.
The car turns and the front door opens. Someone from the partying face distorted looks, while the rate of car floor.
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